UnEquilibriumA Poem by Manda A.7/4/05
The pages turn There's no escape She hears the mob screaming "Enough is enough"
Empty nights like tumbleweeds In a trap of silence A pseudo-marriage Old and worn and ever-lacking passion
Clouded mind and troubled head In a ball of fire She'll sleep instead Biting nails and messy rooms Wonders how the day will bloom © 2008 Manda A. |
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